Ambush at the Gates

Dante

The gates came into view fast and not fast enough at the same time.

Closed.

Intact.

Wrong.

Every instinct in me was on alert cutting through the adrenaline that was still pumping through my veins. The headlights shone across the iron bars. I slowed the car down just enough to take it all in. The guards were not in their usual positions.

They were moved to spots.

Tight.

Defensive.

Good.

That